He dressed me in a tiny black bikini and tied me to a board suspended from a door frame.
He took a riding crop and teased me, running the edge of the leather along my skin, snapping the crop against his leg, never once striking me with it.
He ran his fingers along my sides, tickling me until i begged for him to stop...
Which is when he untied the bikini bottoms and slid his fingertips along my pussy lips, already wet and ready. He slid his fingers along my clit, with me struggling against the bindings and the board, his other hand gripping my hair and pulling my head back. I could feel his groin against my leg, cock hard, but restrained in his jeans, his fingertips rubbing against my clit as he breathed against my neck. He slid his thumb into my ass as i began to cum, and i tensed, clenching around him. He leant in and bit my earlobe, growling as he pressed against me "Do it, slut, cum for me." And my body turned liquid as the orgasm ripped through me.

I walk into the workshop, calling out your name. The forge is lit, coals crackling, tools laid across the work bench. Knives and ax heads in various stages of completion, waiting to be ground, or simply awaiting a handle. A half empty glass to one side. Music playing, Hungry Lights, just loud enough to be heard over the sounds of working metal. But I dont see you. I approach the bench and lift one of the unfinished blades, turning it so it catches in the light, the folds in the metal like waves. As I place it back down, you grab my other wrist and wrench my arm behind me, at the same time pressing a blade to my throat. Well well, what have we here? You chuckle, pushing me into the bench and bending me over. Dont move. Dont make a noise. You pull the blade away and roughly pull at my skirt, dropping it to the ground. You slide the blade of your knife down my spine and my breath catches, pulling it through the fabric of my tank top and throwing the scraps away. You grab me by the hair and pull my head back roughly, your teeth sinking into my shoulder and I cry out. You spin me around and to my knees. I told you not to make a noise. You unzip your fly, releasing your cock, already hard. Guess Ill just have to make you shut up. Blade in one hand, you thrust into my mouth, your hand gripping my hair. Sucking hungrily, gagging as you hit the back of my throat, I can feel how wet Im getting, my panties soaking through already. I wriggle slightly, and you grip my hair tighter, causing me to whimper around you. You pull out and pull me to my feel, turning me around and bending me over, sweeping tools aside as you onto the bench. Holding me down, the blade against my cheek, you slide your fingers between my legs. You dirty , look how wet you are, just from me fucking your mouth. You slide the flat of the knife across my skin and down to my hip. Well I dont think well be needing these. And you slice them off me. My heart races, panting, a moment of fear and panic spiking through me and my skin erupts in goosebumps. You slide your fingers between my legs, finding me soaked and dripping. Fuck, youre drenched. You slide a finger over my clit and I whimper and my hips push back into you involuntarily. Oh, do you like that, huh, Kitten? You start rubbing me, the blade still against my skin, your cock pressed to my ass. I grind my hips against you, whimpering softly, you pull away slightly and swat a light slap to my ass, and then another. Then you force my legs apart and sink deep inside me, and I moan and shudder with pleasure. You drop the knife, gripping my hip with one hand and my hair with the other, pulling me back and sinking your teeth into my neck again. I reach back and run my hands through your hair. Fuck, Im going to cum… I pant. You bite me again and I moan and my knees buckle as the orgasm rips through me, the only thing keeping me up is you holding me. Fuck, you feel so good. Your fingers slide to my clit, and I shudder again, already so sensitive to your touch. Lets keep that one going. Keep cumming for me, dont stop. Your cock pounding into me as you rub my clit, my moans sounding out over the music and the crackling forge. My hips bucking as I continue to cum. Good girl, good girl, fuck, Im going to cum. And your fingers slip from my clit as you grab my hips again and violently thrust into me, groaning out loudly as you empty yourself into my pussy, holding me there as you slowly move in me, before collapsing over me and kissing the back of my neck. . What? I just realised I cut up all your clothes… Well .